akshayadas’s blog

The Gardener 14.1.08

Aghast at the site,

the nights’ nocturnal visitors

spoiling my garden,

the garden is wet with dew drops spread across,

all the petals, flowers, leaves, branches

and grass is wet,

it is just dawn,

And even they wouldn’t spare my foots,

i dare not to put my foot there,

but my sheer emotion with annoyance,

how dare the dew drops invade my garden,

In a whiff i switch on the pipelines, to spray

water to the plants to see the vast drops collapse

before my eyes..before my eyes..

it’s human nature, it can’t tolerate some intruders’ tresspass,

to its arena, lest however mighty that be…